Ophelia's Pov
I woke up to find the spot beside me cold. He had left, and my robe was back on my body. A knock at the door made me sit up straight.
“Come in.”
It was a soft knock, like Diana’s, and just as I thought, she walked in with a tray containing a cup in her hand.
“Good morning, signora.” With a smile on her face, she placed the tray on the bed next to me.
“Morning, Diana.” A warm smile played on my lips.
“Cal asked me to give you this soothing tea before he left.” A blush stained her cheeks, and I shook my head at the way she thought. How much more of a love-sick woman she must have been as a young adult, imagining that Callum and I were in a romantic relationship.
I downed the hot tea in one gulp, not caring how it burned down my throat. Burn away my shame too.
“Ah.” I no
